Soft Whispers: arabic girls

Inside an abandoned church in arabic girls, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me arabic girls for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “arabic girls, hail arabic girls, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “arabic girls, arabic girls, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “arabic girls” prayers.